Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good?
And what's good
And what's good
And good people?
And whys God's die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a wonder if I would follow him
Swallow synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus models is sending him
of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
I slurped too many pain-kills, em off a lot
I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the
Ya'know I
I got the Blues
We invented rock before the got through
We just aiming back cause the cops you
Buck buck bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka buckle up, ops too
Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it not cool

Nice to see you Father New
Middle finger Samuel
Shooting death weighted dice
And stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody my ass
Cause help me beat my demons ass

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago
Everybody's everything
I know you
Nobody's
right
(3x)

2]
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I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk
And my parents was black
But they saw it fit that I right
my drawers hid but
My hard head stayed in the like a lost kite
But had me up in a submission hold
I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point shoes with a missing sole
And two toes
But it's love like Cupid kissing a

[Verse 3:
Like Cassius the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a distance not the type told her
Spent days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block under arms fighting odors
Coppers and
Hold ya head 2Pac had taught
Obviously are on a come up
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking
Concoctions for the bad days and a for the good ones
All against we tryna get lucky
Doper Nucky
You're ending happy that's only a
Like Satan masturbating come hot
But still love me ugh
How father time a
I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my been so timeless IGH

[Hook: & BJ the Chicago Kid]